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Running into your gym trainer Bakugou at an ice cream shop means he's playfully teasing you while you sample every flavor - even though he's doing the exact same thing, and really you only wanted to try one flavor but watching his eye twitch as you start handing him used spoons because your hands are full is worth it. You hem and haw about what flavor to get, all the while tapping one of those pink spoons against your pretty lips and Bakugou can't get over how plush they look as you pout.

When you finally do make a decision, he's all but pulling out his wallet to pay for yours while he watches you take the first lick of your favorite flavor, Love Potion.

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smoking is bad for you

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

◈Sukuna who doesn't bother to even look at his concubines after he's done fucking them. He expects them to be gone immediately.

◈Sukuna who would love how they cower and tremble in fear and excitement, gaze turned down as they couldn't muster the courage to even look at him, reminding him of how powerful he is.

◈Sukuna who feels just the slightest of tingle in his heart when your pretty, innocent eyes meet his cold ones, and turn back down immediately, making him chuckle.

◈Sukuna who decides you're his favourite that day.

◈Sukuna who loves fucking you, watching you tremble in pleasure are he corrupts you, your innocent eyes looking at him so pleadingly, as if he is your god. Loves to see you covered in his marks, proudly claiming you.

◈Sukuna who hates it when his other concubines make noises. It's annoying, he thinks. But is greedy to hear your soft moans and noises that you make for him. Music to his ears.

◈Sukuna who fucks you till you're in tears, withering under him from pure pleasure, clinging onto his strong arms as you're stuffed full of him, making you squirt over and over on his cock till you can't anymore.

◈Sukuna who eats you out, spending hours between your plush thighs, licking, sucking on your puffy pussy, fucking you dumb with just his tongue, just to hear you moan out his name as he feasts.

◈Sukuna who raises an eyebrow when you gather your kimono and bow, signaling that you're leaving.

"Where do you think you're going?" He says gruffly and demands you to get back in his bed.

◈Sukuna who let's you sleep on his bed beside him, admiring how your lips part as a sweet slumber indulges you, who brushes bothersome strands of hair away from your face and doesn't understand why he does this.

◈Sukuna who let's you sit on his lap, your head resting against his broad chest as you trace the markings on his shoulder with gentleness unknown to him.

◈Sukuna who doesn't remember when he last saw the other concubines.

◈Sukuna who, even months later, doesn't find himself bored of you. Who swears his lips curl whenever he sees you smile. Who wants to see more of it instead.

◈Sukuna who swears he'll have the heads of the concubines who mocked you, bullied you out of envy, telling you that you'd be replaced one day. You never see them again after that day, but do see his the white of his kimono stained red.

◈Sukuna who brushes your tears away with his thumbs, holding you close to him. "My Queen," he says, watching your eyes widen at his words with a huge smirk.

◈Sukuna who captures your lips with his soon after. Who found his precious little Queen and intends keeps her safe at all costs.

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You’ve been Dynamight’s secretary for one year, two months, six days and four hours. You’re the best secretary he’s ever had, but now you’ve given him your two weeks notice. Bakugou can’t hide his disappointment at losing you, and wonders why you’re leaving him to go and work for another hero— Pro-Hero Manual. But you can’t give him the real answer.

It’s been the best job you’ve ever had, but it’s slowly become the worst because you just can’t avoid the feelings you harbour for your boss. Working beneath him has a dull ache continuing to grow in your chest, and you’ve decided to do what you think is best for yourself and leave. So you’ve handed in your notice, but Dynamight isn’t going to let you go that easily, he’s determined to remind you why he loves you working here, and why he wants you to stay— because he’s just as in love with you.

If only he could admit it.

Here you will find lots of little drabbles about working at Dynamight’s agency with Bakugou. They can be read in any order, and have no real timeline. More will be added as inspiration strikes, and please feel free to send me your own thoughts!

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old timers

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GaMing!

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i hope they are friends :3

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no kinktober from me tonight bc i was too busy shopping at costco all day to write whoops

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18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

pairing: arataki itto x fem!reader

wc: 726

warnings: reader is referred to as ‘doll’; light daddy kink; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks); clothed sex

find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here!

“So? Do you like it?” You ask your boyfriend. “You haven’t said anything since I put it on.” Itto stares at you still, his lips parted. It would be too easy to feel exposed under his ravenous gaze. He shakes his head and snaps back to reality. “Oh, I’ll show you just how much I like it,” he grins. “Give me a spin?” he asks, and you oblige, giggling while you try to stay on your feet.

“Sit up, I want you on my lap,” he says.

You nod your head quickly, desire pooling between your legs. Once Itto feels your weight on his lap, he grips your hips, directing your movements as you rub your ass against his already hard cock. You can’t wait anymore, if he teases you any longer you’re sure you’ll explode. So you reach behind you and shift forwards enough to pull his cock out of his pants. “That’s my girl, that’s Daddy’s dirty little doll,” he chuckles. In a fluid motion, he bids you to raise your hips and slips inside of you. It’s your turn now to tease him. Up and down, you ride him languidly, holding his knees to keep your balance. “Ohhh, oh shit, baby,” he groans. His grip on your hips tightens, at first just to stay grounded, but soon you find yourself with your back pulled back against his chest and his hands hooked underneath your knees. You reach over your head and grasp his hair, whimpering in pleasure. Over your shoulder and between the bouncing of your breasts, Itto catches a glimpse of his cock bullying its way inside of you. “D-daddy, keep going, k-keep…” you whine. His swollen length kneads the sweet spongy spot along your walls, and it’s been so long since you’ve been able to be together like this. If he keeps this pace, you’re sure you won’t last much longer. His rhythmic strokes make your eyes glaze over, your head lolling back to stare at him as if he’s plucked the stars from the heavens himself just to make them appear to you when you close your eyes.

You barely have time to register the tightening knot in your core when you tumble over the edge. Seconds later, Itto half shouts a moan and you feel him pulsing inside you. He nuzzles his head against yours, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. You lay there for a moment, enjoying the afterglow in each others’ presence, letting his cock soften and slip out of you. You shift over to the couch beside him and hold him close. “Oh, shit,” you exclaim, feeling his cum drip out of you and onto the brand new fabric of your skirt. Itto shoots you a devilish grin. “Oh well, looks like we have to go shopping again.”

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18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

pairing: arataki itto x fem!reader

wc: 726

warnings: reader is referred to as ‘doll’; light daddy kink; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks); clothed sex

find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here!

“So? Do you like it?” You ask your boyfriend. “You haven’t said anything since I put it on.” Itto stares at you still, his lips parted. It would be too easy to feel exposed under his ravenous gaze. He shakes his head and snaps back to reality. “Oh, I’ll show you just how much I like it,” he grins. “Give me a spin?” he asks, and you oblige, giggling while you try to stay on your feet.

“Sit up, I want you on my lap,” he says.

You nod your head quickly, desire pooling between your legs. Once Itto feels your weight on his lap, he grips your hips, directing your movements as you rub your ass against his already hard cock. You can’t wait anymore, if he teases you any longer you’re sure you’ll explode. So you reach behind you and shift forwards enough to pull his cock out of his pants. “That’s my girl, that’s Daddy’s dirty little doll,” he chuckles. In a fluid motion, he bids you to raise your hips and slips inside of you. It’s your turn now to tease him. Up and down, you ride him languidly, holding his knees to keep your balance. “Ohhh, oh shit, baby,” he groans. His grip on your hips tightens, at first just to stay grounded, but soon you find yourself with your back pulled back against his chest and his hands hooked underneath your knees. You reach over your head and grasp his hair, whimpering in pleasure. Over your shoulder and between the bouncing of your breasts, Itto catches a glimpse of his cock bullying its way inside of you. “D-daddy, keep going, k-keep…” you whine. His swollen length kneads the sweet spongy spot along your walls, and it’s been so long since you’ve been able to be together like this. If he keeps this pace, you’re sure you won’t last much longer. His rhythmic strokes make your eyes glaze over, your head lolling back to stare at him as if he’s plucked the stars from the heavens himself just to make them appear to you when you close your eyes.

You barely have time to register the tightening knot in your core when you tumble over the edge. Seconds later, Itto half shouts a moan and you feel him pulsing inside you. He nuzzles his head against yours, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. You lay there for a moment, enjoying the afterglow in each others’ presence, letting his cock soften and slip out of you. You shift over to the couch beside him and hold him close. “Oh, shit,” you exclaim, feeling his cum drip out of you and onto the brand new fabric of your skirt. Itto shoots you a devilish grin. “Oh well, looks like we have to go shopping again.”

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I'm so down 👀

are you normally a dark roast drinker? okay, but, the green apron sounds delightful and I love blonde roasts!!!

It does make it so much better and I'm so glad you liked it!

fr!!! sbux customers are some of the rudest and most entitled I've ever had the displeasure of knowing.

it was super convenient. . . when the one store in my area that did it actually remembered about the curbside orders. They used to be super on it but the past few times I did it (months and months and months ago), they stopped checking to see when I had checked in and I waited for like 15 minutes past my pick up time. I'd understand if they were busy but this was pre-peak times and I walked in the store to get it and they were not busy.

And, now, I don't think they offer it anymore. At least, not at that store lol. I do miss the curbside, though. it was very nice.

normally i'm an instant coffee drinker tbh, i mix it with cold water, splenda, and grocery store creamer because it's a quick and easy way to get caffeine in me oop. my trainer called it my heretical coffee. but i got the cafe verona blend as my last mark out and that was really good. i think it's just the medium roasts that aren't my faves

oh oh i had my iced cinnamon dolce with blonde espresso and cold foam instead of whip and it was delightful asdlkfj

ugh that's awful! my fiancé just switched to online grocery in the store i used to work at and the wait times are like that too. although that's more to do with having too many call ins vs not checking the dpm. literally though you'd think if it was once they'd go out of their way to remember just in case it happens again

i'm just glad tho that my location doesn't have a drive through. the stress is enough with mobile, cafe, and ubereats deliveries lol

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18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

pairing: kotaro bokuto x fem!reader

wc: 1216

warnings: hickies, semi-public sex, bokuto calls you ‘sweetheart’, bokuto picks you up and puts you on the counter (he’s big and strong and finds it easy no matter what size you are), oral sex (fem receiving), semi-clothed sex

find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here!

You walk into the MSBY practice gym, scarf huddled close to your neck even though the bite of autumn air hasn’t quite set in yet. The team would notice sooner or later, but this’ll buy you a little time. Bruises litter the soft skin of your neck, badly covered by your rush job concealer from when you noticed them on your way out the door. You’re lost in your own world, fretting about something that really shouldn’t be a big deal. We’re not teenagers anymore, no one will care, you try to convince yourself when a voice pierces through your bubble.

“Ooooo y/n’s got a boyfriend!” Atsumu Miya announces in a sing-songy voice.

“‘Tsumu!” you yelp. The blond man tugs at your scarf and it falls to the gym floor.

“Hey, she might not be ready to talk about him yet! It must be a new thing. You haven’t spoken about him before, have you?” Shoyo Hinata chimes in.

“No, no. It’s, uh, it’s nothing,” you say resolutely. Your eyes flicker across the court, assessing the reaction of one player in particular, but you can’t read him. Bokuto looks as jovial as ever.

“Gentlemen, back to practice. You can gawk at the staff later,” shouts the coach. The players jog in unison back to their positions.

As practice plays on, you find yourself scanning Bokuto’s form. For statistics, sure, but it doesn’t hurt to be a little self indulgent, does it? The way his bicep flexes as he winds up to spike the ball, to the surge that runs through his thigh muscles as he lands from his jump, to the way he catches your eye and smirks ever so discreetly at you to let you know he knows you’re looking at him, that he knows you’re thinking about him. It sends a rush of blood to your cheeks and you squirm in your seat.

“Ugh, I know, the benches are so uncomfortable,” says another MSBY team staffer.

“Y-yeah, yeah, they are,” you mumble. Time passes in a snap with your distraction, and before you know it, the team and staff are walking out together and saying their goodbyes.

“Hey, y/n! Over here!” Bokuto’s voice rings from over by the change rooms. Without a thought, you follow his sound.

“What’s the matter?”

“Why’d you cover them up?” he pouts.

“What, the hickies? Because I’m a grown woman, Ko, it looks unprofessional to have them out in the open,” you sigh, your attempted confidence in them deflating.

“But I worked so hard to put them there!”

“Sorry, Ko,” you rest your hand on his shoulder. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it gently.

“What if I put them somewhere else, then? Somewhere ‘Tsumu and Hinata won’t ever see?”

“Where do you mean?”

“Come with me, y/n”, he says quietly. Within moments you’re in the MSBY locker room and Bokuto has you sitting on the counter by the sink. “Lean back on your arms for me, sweetheart,” he coos, and you obediently follow his directions. He slides his fingers under the waistband of your leggings and shimmies them down, over the curve of your ass and your hips, down your thighs, past your knees, until they’re on the floor beside him.

Bokuto lines a trail of kisses from your knee to the flesh of your inner thigh. He lets out a soft moan. “I like it when you watch me in practice,” he murmurs. “Look at me now, too,” he insists. It’s not like you couldn’t comply. All he has to do is ask you in that honey-sweet voice of his and you’re putty in his hands. You stifle a whimper as his teeth sink into your skin. Not hard enough to break it or draw blood, but enough for you to feel it. He sucks the flesh caught between his teeth, roving his tongue over it back and forth until he hears your groan, to which he hums in delight. He makes his way back and forth between your thighs until seven or eight bruises pepper your inner thighs to match your neck.

“O-okay, Ko, you’ve proven your point,” you whine, guiding him up to your level by his hair. You capture his lips in a deep kiss, letting him feel everything you’ve pent up since your last night together. “Let me put my pants back on before we get caught.”

“‘M not done with you yet,” Bokuto says resolutely. And you know that once he’s made up his mind, he’s not easily swayed. His fingers trace nonsensical patterns across the marks he’s just made until they come to rest on your apex, still covered by the thin lace of your panties.

He gives you a quick peck, devilish grin barely forming in time to be hidden by your cunt. Once again, he kisses you, this time an open mouthed kiss to your covered pussy. Lazy tongue circles have you realizing just how turned on he has you. You squirm, desperate for more friction but finding little as you slip and slide against yourself. Bokuto chuckles against your body, biting down just enough for you to feel the pressure against your clit.

“P-please, lemme feel you, Ko,” you whine. “‘S not enough!”

Wordlessly, he obliges. You shudder as he licks and sucks your bud in earnest now, your panties hooked around his finger and pulled to the side. With his other hand, he slowly teases your opening with one finger, inserting it with an excruciatingly leisurely pace. You can’t help yourself from thrusting yourself forward, unable to form the words to beg him for what you want. He understands, though, and slides a second finger in, curling them and a steady pace. His gaze flicks up to you and he smiles, tongue never stopping, as he sees the sheen of sweat glaze your forehead and your cheeks flushed dark. He thinks this is the most beautiful he’s ever seen you, but he’ll have to remember to tell you that later instead. Your eyes roll back and your features scrunch together, he knows that look well. He knows you’re close. He can’t stop now.

“P-please Ko, don’t, don’t stop, keep going, please please please,” you whimper for him like it’s a prayer. “K-Ko, ‘m so close, so close,” your voice trails off. He knows, he can feel you clenching around his fingers.

You feel the taut string of desire tensed in your core snap and you cry out for him again and again. He places a soft kiss between your legs before gently guiding your panties back in place. You’ve barely registered that your legs are shaking when he stands up and holds you close to him, but you can feel his cock straining in his shorts being pressed up against you.

“Why don’t you take a little while to rest? I’ll take you home and take care of you properly,” he promises.

You nod, in a dreamy daze. Bokuto helps you back into your clothing. Before leaving the gym building, he gives you one last kiss on the forehead, for good luck. For him, for you, he’s not sure, but he wants it just in case. You smile at him as you take him by the hand and lead him outside.

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neuvillette came home, now it’s time to save up for wriothesley my love aksjshsvd

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18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

pairing: kotaro bokuto x fem!reader

wc: 1216

warnings: hickies, semi-public sex, bokuto calls you ‘sweetheart’, bokuto picks you up and puts you on the counter (he’s big and strong and finds it easy no matter what size you are), oral sex (fem receiving), semi-clothed sex

find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here!

You walk into the MSBY practice gym, scarf huddled close to your neck even though the bite of autumn air hasn’t quite set in yet. The team would notice sooner or later, but this’ll buy you a little time. Bruises litter the soft skin of your neck, badly covered by your rush job concealer from when you noticed them on your way out the door. You’re lost in your own world, fretting about something that really shouldn’t be a big deal. We’re not teenagers anymore, no one will care, you try to convince yourself when a voice pierces through your bubble.

“Ooooo y/n’s got a boyfriend!” Atsumu Miya announces in a sing-songy voice.

“‘Tsumu!” you yelp. The blond man tugs at your scarf and it falls to the gym floor.

“Hey, she might not be ready to talk about him yet! It must be a new thing. You haven’t spoken about him before, have you?” Shoyo Hinata chimes in.

“No, no. It’s, uh, it’s nothing,” you say resolutely. Your eyes flicker across the court, assessing the reaction of one player in particular, but you can’t read him. Bokuto looks as jovial as ever.

“Gentlemen, back to practice. You can gawk at the staff later,” shouts the coach. The players jog in unison back to their positions.

As practice plays on, you find yourself scanning Bokuto’s form. For statistics, sure, but it doesn’t hurt to be a little self indulgent, does it? The way his bicep flexes as he winds up to spike the ball, to the surge that runs through his thigh muscles as he lands from his jump, to the way he catches your eye and smirks ever so discreetly at you to let you know he knows you’re looking at him, that he knows you’re thinking about him. It sends a rush of blood to your cheeks and you squirm in your seat.

“Ugh, I know, the benches are so uncomfortable,” says another MSBY team staffer.

“Y-yeah, yeah, they are,” you mumble. Time passes in a snap with your distraction, and before you know it, the team and staff are walking out together and saying their goodbyes.

“Hey, y/n! Over here!” Bokuto’s voice rings from over by the change rooms. Without a thought, you follow his sound.

“What’s the matter?”

“Why’d you cover them up?” he pouts.

“What, the hickies? Because I’m a grown woman, Ko, it looks unprofessional to have them out in the open,” you sigh, your attempted confidence in them deflating.

“But I worked so hard to put them there!”

“Sorry, Ko,” you rest your hand on his shoulder. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it gently.

“What if I put them somewhere else, then? Somewhere ‘Tsumu and Hinata won’t ever see?”

“Where do you mean?”

“Come with me, y/n”, he says quietly. Within moments you’re in the MSBY locker room and Bokuto has you sitting on the counter by the sink. “Lean back on your arms for me, sweetheart,” he coos, and you obediently follow his directions. He slides his fingers under the waistband of your leggings and shimmies them down, over the curve of your ass and your hips, down your thighs, past your knees, until they’re on the floor beside him.

Bokuto lines a trail of kisses from your knee to the flesh of your inner thigh. He lets out a soft moan. “I like it when you watch me in practice,” he murmurs. “Look at me now, too,” he insists. It’s not like you couldn’t comply. All he has to do is ask you in that honey-sweet voice of his and you’re putty in his hands. You stifle a whimper as his teeth sink into your skin. Not hard enough to break it or draw blood, but enough for you to feel it. He sucks the flesh caught between his teeth, roving his tongue over it back and forth until he hears your groan, to which he hums in delight. He makes his way back and forth between your thighs until seven or eight bruises pepper your inner thighs to match your neck.

“O-okay, Ko, you’ve proven your point,” you whine, guiding him up to your level by his hair. You capture his lips in a deep kiss, letting him feel everything you’ve pent up since your last night together. “Let me put my pants back on before we get caught.”

“‘M not done with you yet,” Bokuto says resolutely. And you know that once he’s made up his mind, he’s not easily swayed. His fingers trace nonsensical patterns across the marks he’s just made until they come to rest on your apex, still covered by the thin lace of your panties.

He gives you a quick peck, devilish grin barely forming in time to be hidden by your cunt. Once again, he kisses you, this time an open mouthed kiss to your covered pussy. Lazy tongue circles have you realizing just how turned on he has you. You squirm, desperate for more friction but finding little as you slip and slide against yourself. Bokuto chuckles against your body, biting down just enough for you to feel the pressure against your clit.

“P-please, lemme feel you, Ko,” you whine. “‘S not enough!”

Wordlessly, he obliges. You shudder as he licks and sucks your bud in earnest now, your panties hooked around his finger and pulled to the side. With his other hand, he slowly teases your opening with one finger, inserting it with an excruciatingly leisurely pace. You can’t help yourself from thrusting yourself forward, unable to form the words to beg him for what you want. He understands, though, and slides a second finger in, curling them and a steady pace. His gaze flicks up to you and he smiles, tongue never stopping, as he sees the sheen of sweat glaze your forehead and your cheeks flushed dark. He thinks this is the most beautiful he’s ever seen you, but he’ll have to remember to tell you that later instead. Your eyes roll back and your features scrunch together, he knows that look well. He knows you’re close. He can’t stop now.

“P-please Ko, don’t, don’t stop, keep going, please please please,” you whimper for him like it’s a prayer. “K-Ko, ‘m so close, so close,” your voice trails off. He knows, he can feel you clenching around his fingers.

You feel the taut string of desire tensed in your core snap and you cry out for him again and again. He places a soft kiss between your legs before gently guiding your panties back in place. You’ve barely registered that your legs are shaking when he stands up and holds you close to him, but you can feel his cock straining in his shorts being pressed up against you.

“Why don’t you take a little while to rest? I’ll take you home and take care of you properly,” he promises.

You nod, in a dreamy daze. Bokuto helps you back into your clothing. Before leaving the gym building, he gives you one last kiss on the forehead, for good luck. For him, for you, he’s not sure, but he wants it just in case. You smile at him as you take him by the hand and lead him outside.

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cutting it really close publishing this now but if i don’t then i won’t commit to it

my first kinktober in 2 years oop. the plan is to publish at 7:30pm est every night but if i end up missing a few i’m not going to be upset about it. anyways, dates and prompts under the cut <3

please note! anything formatted like *this* denotes dark content! warnings will be posted in advance as well

day 1 - marking with bokuto (haikyuu)

day 2 - dress up with arataki itto (genshin impact)

day 3 - degredation with sugawara (haikyuu)

day 4 - ass worship with yamaguchi (haikyuu)

day 5 - lactation with kageyama (haikyuu)

day 6 - glory hole with iida (bnha)

day 7 - pegging with midoriya (bnha)

day 8 - medical play with sakusa (haikyuu)

day 9 - *mind control with shinsou (bnha)* (dc)

day 10 - mirror sex with semi (haikyuu)

day 11 - sensory deprivation with ayato (genshin impact)

day 12 - wax play with atsumu (haikyuu)

day 13 - tentacle play with amajiki (bnha)

day 14 - bondage with sero (bnha)

day 15 - monsterfucking with denki (bnha)

day 16 - shower sex with kirishima (bnha)

day 17 - thigh riding with itadori (jjk)

day 18 - *knife play with dabi (bnha)* (dc)

day 19 - size difference with ushijima (haikyuu)

day 20 - temperature play with bakugou & todoroki (bnha)

day 21 - breeding with sanji (one piece)

day 22 - sexting with jean (aot)

day 23 - praise kink with thoma (genshin impact)

day 24 - *begging with shigaraki (bnha)* (dc)

day 25 - facesitting with draken (tokyo revengers)

day 26 - mutual masturbation with hawks (bnha)

day 27 - a/b/o with kenma & kuroo (haikyuu)

day 28 - cockwarming with tsukishima (haikyuu)

day 29 - aftercare with akaashi (haikyuu)

day 30 - *pseudocest with eren (aot)* (dc)

day 31 - ghost fucking with erwin, part 2 (aot)

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I mean 👀 if you're willing 👀 I'll pay for shipping 👀

That's a good way to make it last a little longer.

This is gonna be so extra but it does ✨something✨ but get an ice water shaken - it makes it taste so much better and every sip is refreshing

It was so funny. I really enjoyed that one. Yes, please, with the easy orders! But if you order water at hand off as soon as I finish making your drink, get the fuck out. You knew you were gonna order it the whole time and could have done it at the register instead of interrupting my sequencing :eyesquint:

Does sbux still do curbside?

if you’re down, i’m down 👀

ooo i tried the verona blend today and it was pretty nice, although green apron is currently the fave

ok but the math checks out, the aeration makes everything taste better. imma try that on my break tomorrow!

UGH RIGHT like yes lemme just grow an extra pair of hands in the middle of pulling shots and then have everyone else wonder why their drinks aren’t coming out immediately when the handoff ordered water comes out right away 🙃

nope, not here at least. i don’t think we ever did it during covid even tho. we’ve got uber deliveries tho! curbside sounds like it would be a lil fun for handoff, you get to get out of the store every so often. what did you think of it?

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Get your mark out and send it to me /hj

They really do! They're such fun suckers!!! I never liked the cool lime - it tasted like mint to me 🤮 but like a fruity/tart mint 🤮🤮

The blonde espresso is so much nicer. I love it so much.

Your tags about the character Idk made me think of this customer I had once before I got angry and bitter at sbux. He said he was gonna ask for something that's probably gonna be difficult to do (as a joke but he sounded serious and I prepared myself for a secret menu drink) and then asked for a small water. I responded with "oof, I don't know. That's a tall order" and we both laughed. Idk why that made me think it 🧍🏼‍♀️

i can make that happen, the benefit might as well get used right?

alsjshdv no i get that, although i’d add extra mint and fill the cup back up with water when i’d finished because of the lingering limey mintiness

i love the double meaning too of tall bc he wanted a small 😂 my friend works in the sally’s next door and said she didn’t want to bother people by just wanting an ice water and i’m like no pls do give me the easy orders like that